1 {scene: In a small holding cell in the village of Footcrag}1 Kyros: Bugger this for a joke. I'm getting us out of here.2 Dwalin: Nay! These walls are soolid granite, thu bars are iron, 'n' wi're all in thu muddle! {translation: No! These walls are solid granite, the bars are iron, and we're all in the middle!}3 Dwalin: Whut exactly d'ye ken a fireball wull do? {translation: What exactly do you think a fireball will do?}4 Kyros: Draw attention to our unfair plight.